Sunday, February 5, 2012

One Year Later


The weather this winter has been mild.  In contrast, this post is from a year ago today:

On cold winter days, we burn wood in our furnace.  Don always has at least 4 cords of wood stacked as we go into the winter.  A serious cold snap is forecasted for next week, and it appears that, for the first time, we'll go through the entire stack well before the winter's over.  So we spent some time this afternoon adding to the woodpile.  Don felled a dead tree, in exactly the right spot, and he cut it up while I dragged off the excess limbs and stacked wood.  We've been doing this for years, and it feels like good teamwork, with Don as the master woodsman, and me, the woodsman's assistant, both wearing our Danner steel-toed boots.  Next year, we'll have a bigger pile.




We weren't the only ones to be playing catch-up this winter. We don't see squirrels too often on cold snowy days like this, but there was one in the yard today, who thought that he'd put away plenty of acorns for the winter.  This morning he was plowing under the snow for acorns.




He'd emerge, white capped, to eat his acorn, before diving down for the next one.


Next year, he'll have a bigger stash.

6 comments:

Horst in Edmonton said...

What a good looking little fellow. They are wonderful to watch. Great photos of this little one.

Seraphina´s Phantasie said...

I have footsteps in the snow too. Very fresh from yesterday. The little animal is so cute...
Kind regards, Synnöve

Nadege, said...

Love the foot prints...But what a cute little fellow stashing away his acorns.

Pat said...

Great shots of the squirrel in the snow!

Jennifer Richardson said...

Wow....what a fantastic capture
of that scrappy little guy
digging into the snow!
I love how unpredictable
and unmanageable
the weather.
This year is SO different from last!
Guess your woodpile is still
standing high this year.
Thanks for the snowy share,
Jennifer

hannah said...

I love footprints in the snow. Took a whole lot of photos this morning when we had a fresh fall. The knispering sound of fresh snow stays with you all your life.